One Hundred Percent

Gone

My name is Nikita Pierce. I'm about seventeen years old, almost to the day, and I grew up way faster then I ever should have had to.

I don't mean like I got boobs too fast or anything or that I literally got older.. Just.. You'll see, you wouldn't understand it if I told you without the whole story.

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The last day before winter break at my private boarding school for girls in Aukland, New Zealand, I cleaned out my room and prepared to head home in time for Christmas with my family.

"Kita, are you leaving on the 3:00 train?" My best friend Holly came running in from the hallway.

"Yeah, why?" I said, unamused.

"You've only got a half hour until it leaves!"

I looked frantically at my watch and jumped up. I wasn't the brightest child, or the most time efficient, or the most organized. I wasn't much, to tell you the truth. I shoved the rest of my things into my bags and slung them onto my shoulders. They fell off as I bent to grab my hand baggage. I cursed lightly as I struggled to collect all of my things.

Actually, I don't curse, I make up words to express my anger. Like "fidget sticks" and "oh, pop-knots." I'm not typically like the other girls at my school who go around emitting profanities everywhere they go. I may have been an idiot, but my mum taught me better.

Holly laughed at me for a while until I gave up and sat my bum right on the ground in my room. She hid another snicker before helping me up and offering to carry my bags for me. I handed them to her graciously and stooped down to retrieve my luggage.

We arrived at the train station with exactly four minutes to spare. The train station was pretty close by, only 16 minutes. I didn't know that then, of course, being the dunce I was. I had to hurry to my platform, and got there just as the conductor was calling for the last passengers. After a quick hug to Holly, I boarded and settled into one of the dull grey carpeted seats. The brakes of the train hissed as they released and the train pulled forward.

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I should have arrived at Wellington Railway Station to meet my parents at one am the next morning, but I never made it. While I was asleep, I mean dead asleep as I usually was, apparently something had happened to the train. Or, me, rather. I woke up at ten am the next morning on a hard rock jutting out of the side of a cliff on the coast of New Zealand. The train, my things, and my glamorous outfit were all missing, and I was left alone and naked hanging off a cliff.